Experience of The World
Though he felt disgusted by it, the motivation both to live not just for himself, but the driving force of finding his way through the foreign continent and back to his family brought him to act.
"Cook it for me, please," he quietly requested.
Manifesting beside him was the spherical, lesser spirit of fire that glowed in response to his asking, unleashing a small spray of fire that thoroughly cooked the wriggling millipede until it finally stopped moving.
Even after it had stopped moving around and had been thoroughly cooked, he still found himself hesitant.
'Don't think. Just do it,' he told himself.
Clenching his eyes shut, he opened his mouth and slowly lowered part of the cooked insect past his lips before—CRUNCH.
He bit down, beginning to chew as there was still, unfortunately, juices that squirted into his mouth when chewing the thousand-legged insect. Every chewing motion he made with his mouth made his expression sour out of fear of the disgusting meal.
"—"